casey31
Mommy of 3!
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Mommy to two boys and a girl
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Beautiful story
I hope I am not offending anyone with the religious references in here- but a friend sent this to me and I thought it was beautiful.
>A Baby's Hug
>
> We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat
>Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and
>talking.
>
> Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded
>his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled
>in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he
>wriggled and giggled with merriment.
>
> I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a
>man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes
>poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was
>uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a
>beard and his nose wa s so v aricose it looked like a road map. We
>were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His
>hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
>
> "Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the
>man said to Erik.
>
> My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
>
> Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi"
>
> Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at
>the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful
>baby.
>
> Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
>"Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows
>peek-a-boo."
>
> Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
>
> My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all
>except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the
>admiring skidro w bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute
>comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
>
> My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
>parking lot.
>
> The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let
>me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew
>closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid
>any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm,
>reaching with both arms in a baby's' "pick-me-up" position. Before
>I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the
>man's.
>
> Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated
>their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and
>submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The
>man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his l ashes. His
>ag ed hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's
>bottom and stroked his back.
>
> No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I
>stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms
>and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm
>commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
>
> Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a
>stone.
>
> He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though
>he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless
>you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more
>than a muttered thanks.
>
> With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was
>wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was
>saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
>
> I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of
>a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a
>soul, and a Mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who
>was blind, holding a Child who was not.
>
> I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for
>a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity.. The ragged old
>man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God we
>must become as little children."
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